Rock bottom

My restored faith in China didn't last long. For the record, I'm well aware that I sound like a moany, spoilt child. I am also well aware that I am extremely lucky to be travelling the world and visiting amazing countries like this one. I really, really am. But unfortunately China and I are not getting along. We've tried. But we don't like each other.

The main problem is I'm sick again. First it was a sore throat. Then it was a week of running to the toilet whenever I ate anything. Now it's a stinking cold. And it's hardly a surprise. The people here think nothing of clearing their lungs out and spitting everywhere. This is actually why they all wear those little white SARS masks. Also, the toilets I've been using all look pretty much like this. In fact, this is one of the better ones. Usually they're 'decorated' by people who have a problem with their aim.



As you all know, I'm a fan of long, baggy, tatty jeans. Fellow long, baggy, tatty jean wearers will know that when it rains your trouser bottoms get thirtsy, and drink up the puddle water. They can sometimes absorb to the knee area. It's annoying. Now, have a think. Squat toilets + people that fail to use it properly + long, baggy, tatty jeans. It's no wonder I'm unwell. Trendy, skinny jean wearers - China's all yours.

So yeah. I feel low. And I feel cold. And I feel vulnerable. And I feel sick. And I haven't felt this down since I got my period and had to answer the call of nature in a dingo infested bush on Fraser Island.

If I was on my own I would have changed my flights and left for Vietnam already. And if I wasn't meeting Ady, Cat and Bonnie there I might even of changed my flights and gone home. So it's a good thing I'm not on my own (bless you Duncan for putting up with me) and that I am meeting Ady, Cat and Bonnie in Vietnam. In four days. And counting.

I'm down, but I'll come back brighter.